Cute Girl – Michel Montecrossa

You know what oil is sellin’ for these days?
You know what oil is sellin’ for these days?
You probably don’t. Can‘t help it anyway.

I grip her hand gently, her face turns pale.
I grip her hand gently, her face turns pale.
I buy her a coke. Assertive beauty she has.

I’m used to the language she can’t understand.
I’m used to the language she can’t understand.
I know it from the kids in fast-food land.

I lay my arm on the window sill.
I lay my arm on the window sill.
It does me good to see you without a soul
on the street.

We can’t let things go to hell so easily.
No, we can‘t let things go to hell so easily.
There’s somethin’ we don’t know
‘bout what we do and see.

The cute girl insisted on payin’ herself.
The cute girl insisted on payin’ herself.
Thank you, honey, nice to meet you again.